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CC is Back and Unstoppable!

Dearest CC fans, Much like Robert Patrick in Terminator 2, you can’t stop us here at Cease, Cows. You can tell us we have a thesis, plus a paper, plus a presentation due soon so we can graduate and not waste 40k, but we give no fucks. Zero. We’re fuckless…or…something. What we’re saying is: We’re reopening…

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Final Girl by Richard Scott Larson

This is the part where she should start running, like the last girl alive in a horror movie. But she knows that no matter how fast she goes, the wrong person will always find her. This one isn’t necessarily unattractive, and he didn’t show up late, start the date with some lame joke, or kill…

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Cochise by Matthew Guerruckey

The throng of tourists and locals, cops and pimps, saints and murderers moved through Times Square as an interconnected force, rushing past the frail old man sweating in his giant winter coat. The man’s name was Edgar, but that hadn’t mattered for decades. The taut skin on his sunburned face shone like scales. He held…

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Stratum by Dino Parenti

If you missed it, don’t fret. From up here, the raised thumb of the Yucatan Peninsula passes beneath me sixteen times a day. Whenever possible, I finger-trace the submerged impact depression of the Chicxulub Crater through a portal. Stroke the big rock that ended the Cretaceous Era. When you can touch something that’s never been…

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Burning Down the House by Sean Leonard

Some people think it was a large-scale prank perpetrated by technological terrorists, a real life Project Mayhem, as if there were an “Anonymous” of the retail distribution world. Some blamed faulty construction, some said there was a gas leak. Hell, I’ve heard everything from “full moon” to “global warming” to “inside job” being whispered around…

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The Walkabout by Stephen V. Ramey

Cheryl stopped the Land Cruiser at the entrance to Belanglo State Forest. I hopped down to help Bruce. A hundred yards of ground stood between us and the pine forest. “Down you come, mate,” I said. Bruce spilled from the side hatch, and I helped him sit on the floorboard. His ankles were bruised. I…